Never expected to see her again—the woman I ditched at the motel after our one-night stand.
Picture my surprise when she strolls into the office as my new assistant. But wait, there’s more. I come home to find her with suitcases, nowhere to stay. I could decline to have her move in, yet I see a chance. My nosy aunt’s visiting, expecting to meet my non-existent spouse.
My assistant’s onboard with the madness of playing my newlywed wife.
So, here are the ground rules for our little charade:
Our fake marriage is top-secret intel at the workplace. No slips of the tongue (hee-hee) or accidental leaks. We’re in this purely for show.
This is strictly a “no-love zone.” I don’t care if Cupid himself tries to shoot me with his arrow.
We gotta sell it like we’re head over heels in love. That means sharing a bed and putting on a stellar performance.
Little do I know what I’m signing up for.
Not only do I find myself trying to stop a fire she started (lesson learned: keep shorts handy at all times), but I’m also testing her “World’s Best Kisser” claim (let’s just say the results are…unexpected) and discovering a newfound appreciation for cramped spaces—and running washing machines.
But then, suddenly, she’s gone. Now I find myself stuck in a mental loop of “what-if?” scenarios. Did I just let the world’s most remarkable woman slip through my fingers?
Exciting news, everyone! My next book “A Boss Roommate” is dropping soon. The book goes live on October 29th.
Here is the official blurb:
I didn’t mean to start a fire. Least of all in my boss’s apartment. The one I’m currently living in.
Thanks to a mind-boggling mix-up in moving days, I’m stuck living with none other than NYC’s most eligible bachelor, billionaire Carter Bancroft—inscrutable, icy, and utterly demanding.
The female staff all fall head over heels for his larger-than-life presence.
But I’m immune: I’ve sworn off men after having been dumped at the altar. But living with my boss from hell comes with a catch—a hefty one, at that. His nosy aunt is dropping by for a visit, expecting to meet his loving wife.
Me. One weekend. One secret mission. One bed.
Fast forward to me atop the washing machine (whirring beneath me), him caging me in, unleashing a torrent of dirty talk, and suddenly, the room is steamier than a sauna. I should have screamed “cut!” right then. Instead, I screamed his name.
But who can resist toe-curling nights that blur the line between what’s fake and what’s oh-so real? Not this girl. Honestly, I couldn’t have concocted a more disastrous turn of events if I tried.
Epic fail ever after, anyone?
This book is part of my brand-new “Next door to a Billionaire” series. Every book is standalone.
Hot Boss (who rides a bike in his spare time)
Confident, sassy, curvy heroine
Off-limits
Grumpy x Sunshine
Fake relationship
Roommates to Lovers
Forced proximity (one bed)
Scorching hot *** scenes (dirty talking hero, praise s3x, just the tip s3x)
PS. Will there be an audiobook? Yes! Narrator announcement coming soon. Keep your ears peeled for a teaser. I couldn’t help but giggle when preparing it. The audiobook will be available on all major retailers within 45 days of release.
The big moment has arrived! The cover for “Blind Date with the Billionaire Doc” is here. After countless rewrites and edits, it’s finally ready for the spotlight.
Meet Dr. Dillan Maxwell, a billionaire doctor who’s got it all, and Lizzie, a dancer in a nightclub whose heart once beat madly for him. Their worlds couldn’t be more different.
But a blind date is about to bring them together—and with it, a BIG surprise for both.
So, without further ado, here it is:
First, Dr. Jerk ghosted me. Now, I’m pregnant, and he’s the daddy. Guess who’s delivering our child?
It was supposed to be a normal blind date–awkward, nerve-wracking, uneventful. But I walked up to the wrong guy: The hottest, sexiest, richest doctor in all of New York: Dr. Dillan Maxwell. My first crush and first kiss. Hours later, the doctor is in! (Talk about opening wide and saying, “ahhh.”) Then, he’s gone. For him, it was just a one-time thing—a wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Not that a broke nightclub dancer and a well-respected doctor ever had a chance. But he left me with a parting gift: A pregnancy. Nine months later, it’s time to deliver my bundle of joy, and my contractions are getting closer together. Who walks in as my OBGYN? Oh, hi, Dr. Maxwell. Do I have a surprise for you.
A hot opposites attract / accidental pregnancy romance from USA Today bestselling author Jolie Day. Come see what happens when the quirky dancer and the handsome doctor meet…again. This is one delivery he’ll never forget. Stand-alone romance, no cliffhanger. Jolie Day is team HEA. Definitely for adult readers only.
🎧 Get ready to press play. The Audiobook “The CEO Enemy” is here.
It’s now available on Audible. It’s narrated in duet by Andi Arndt and Jacob Morgan. The cherry on top: The audiobook features a delightful UK and Irish accent. 🇮🇪🇬🇧
Get ready for some serious swooning and giggling with their fantastic performances.
My audiobook is available with Whispersync, Amazon’s feature that seamlessly syncs your eBook and audiobook progress. Plus, if you own the Kindle eBook, you can often purchase the audiobook at a reduced price.
I hope you all had a delicious “Chocolate Pudding Day” yesterday!
Speaking of delicious things, I wanted to remind you that the sweet release price for my newest romcom, “The CEO Enemy,” is ending very soon.
(Segue, good? Good? 😉)
Now, onto something even sweeter: a fun fact about my newest release!
Keyword: Spider-Man.
My latest romcom is sprinkled with tiny Spider-Man references. My love for Spider-Man goes way back to my childhood. It all began with classic comic books, long before the blockbuster movies we adore today.
I vividly remember the moment I fell head over heels for Spidey. It wasn’t Mary Jane’s time yet—this was an iconic kiss with another heroine.
It left me captivated. 💋❤️
Here’s the scene:
The romance! The thrill of that moment!
Set in space—absolutely epic, right?
Do you love it?
I can’t help but chuckle at Spider-Man’s thoughts during the scene, thinking “Oh, brother!” and “This is getting out of hand.” Hihihi 🤭 Swooooon!
Ever since that day, Spider-Man has been my ultimate hero. In my new book “The CEO Enemy”, you’ll find small nods to Spider-Man woven into the story. I hope you love these references just as much as I do.
Speaking of which, I’m curious—who is your favorite hero? Is it Spider-Man too?
If so, “The CEO Enemy” is for you.
Come meet Jess and Sean in this exclusive sneak peek. Just a heads-up: during their first, well, “revealing” encounter, Sean doesn’t exactly scream Spider-Man vibes—but hey, maybe it’ll sneak up on Jess later in the story.
For now, Sean gives off “Neighbor from Hell” vibes.
I knock on the door. “Hello?” I know someone is home.
I can hear the TV news. There’s some movement, but it doesn’t seem like they’re coming to answer.
My neighbor Lottie caught sight of a man moving in, and she cautioned me that he’s a *very* unfriendly character. Apparently, he didn’t even bother with a simple “Hi” and instead, seemed to communicate through grunts. Classic Lottie, with her flair for exaggeration. He’s likely the regular friendly guy next door—poor Lottie just caught him in the midst of moving in.
After a few seconds, I knock again, only louder this time. “Hello? Anyone home? I need help!” I knock repeatedly.
The door opens a second later.
“Hi, there, sorry to bother y—whoa.” I can’t believe I said that out loud, but I’m not even a little embarrassed about it.
He towers over me. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.
He’s at least six foot one, with a chiseled jaw, bright-green eyes piercing into my soul…and not a stitch of clothing on. Yeah. He’s standing there in his birthday suit.
And here I am thinking that me in my small-ish pink towel, wearing nothing underneath, is weird. My eyes keep straying south. I can’t help but catch more than just a glimpse of the view below the horizon.
Yep. There’s his…dick.
Believe me, I’m as surprised as anyone else here. Even in its relaxed state, it’s long and thick. Or is he half-hard? Because the size is quite impressive. Easily eight inches. Maybe nine. I’m staring…and disbelieving…and staring…until I realize what I’m doing and quickly avert my gaze back to his face.
My new neighbor looks alarmed, mad even, as if he’s rushed to the door without bothering to dress.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he demands, eyes narrowed.
Crap. Why am I here again?
Right, I’m locked out. “Um, sorry to bother you, but, um, I locked myself out of my apartment,” I say, gesturing toward my door and the blueberry pancakes. As I speak, I realize how difficult it is to have a regular conversation when you’ve just caught an eyeful of all *that.*
“Well,” he huffs, “unless you slipped a spare key under my door when I wasn’t looking, then I’m not sure how I can help you.” He arches an eyebrow, already in the process of swinging the door shut shut.
“Wait! Please don’t! I really do need your help.”
I better be quick. Also, my pancakes are getting cold, so I really need to get back inside my place.
“So, Ms. Lockout Queen, do you need me to call the super or something?” he asks, scrutinizing me the whole time.
What a jerk. “No, thanks. Actually, our balconies are right next to each other. I was wondering if you would let me in so I could climb over.”
“No.”
I blink a few times. “I’m sorry?”
“I said no.”
“It will only take a second. I promise, it really will only take a second for me to hop over to my place. Then I’ll leave you alone.”
He gives me a stern look. “Climbing between balconies is reckless and unsafe.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“And if you’re not? I’m not going to be held responsible if something happens to you.”
“Fine,” I say, attempting to keep the exasperation from my tone. “If I promise not to hold you responsible if I get hurt, then will you let me in?”
He studies me for a moment, and it’s hard to get a read on him. His expression holds nothing but annoyance, though I’m hopeful I’ve gotten through to him, considering he hasn’t slammed the door in my face yet.
I offer him a bright smile.
There’s a moment’s pause before he mutters something under his breath and steps to the side. “Fine. Come in.”
Thank goodness! I want to do a little happy dance, but well, I’m trying not to lose my towel.
Before entering his apartment, I grab my food delivery and give my towel an extra little tuck for good measure.
I’m in!
The place looks minimalistic. Sleek. Somehow bachelor-esque with all the black furniture and monochrome artwork. I spot a black helmet. He rides a motorcycle? Interesting! At once, I realize he was exercising. I notice his treadmill and weights near the balcony, and there’s a pile of workout clothes on the floor. He must have been on his way to the shower when I knocked. I should have known he works out. With that body, it’s safe to say he’s not the “lounge around all day” type.
“Just a second,” he mutters, storming down the hall, and that’s when I catch a glimpse of his other side, and oh, boy, it’s just as appealing as the first. I’m pretty sure I could bounce a quarter off his backside if I had the chance.
Awkwardly, I stay put, switching my weight from one foot to the other, playing with the paper bag in my hands. He returns wearing a simple pair of black boxer briefs. They cover him, but honestly, the outline still makes quite the statement.
“The balcony is this way.” He motions with his inked arm for me to follow him.
Dear God, his back is rippling with muscles, something I missed when checking him out earlier. How does someone get that well-defined? I don’t have the energy for exercise—unbelievable, I know.
I tear my gaze away to focus. When did I become so easily distracted by a man?
Once we step outside, reality slaps me in the face, and I wince.
Crap. The balconies are a little farther apart than I originally thought. Not ridiculously far, only a couple of feet.
The distance is still manageable. However, it does make this whole thing a tad riskier. Setting my bag of pancakes down, I move to the edge to get a closer look, trying to figure out what my best move might be.
“We’re really high up,” my neighbor says. “You know what, I’m going to call the super.”
“Nonono, absolutely not necessary. I got this. Easy-peasy. Just…stay there in case I slip or something.”
“I thought you said you could handle this?” He sounds even more irritated than before.
I glance back at him to find he hasn’t followed me out onto the balcony. He stands in the doorway, tattooed arms crossed, that frown still etched in place. Geez, doesn’t this guy have any other facial expressions?
“I can,” I tell him. “Doesn’t mean I’m immune to the effects of gravity. It might be easier if you come out and spot me. Just in case.”
He shakes his head, a protest clearly on his tongue. When he notices that I’m already maneuvering my right foot over the railing, he quietly steps out and moves closer to me. “I got you.” The weight in his voice gives me a warm feeling. My heart flutters as he draws near. Deep down, I know that if anything were to happen, he would have my back. At least in this crazy endeavor. With those muscles, he’d definitely be ready to snap me back up!
As I carefully maneuver my other leg over the railing, I try to keep my breathing even and focus on him, the grim culmination in front of me, in an attempt to avoid looking down. I stand on the other side of the railing, gripping the metal so tight my knuckles turn white.
“Talk to me,” my neighbor says. At the sound of his deep, but surprisingly calming voice, I take a slow breath. “Okay…Slowly. No need to rush.”
Rotating, I face my balcony, and I’m slapped with a gust of wind that nearly sends me flying. The shriek that escapes is foreign to me, practically enough to make me backtrack and say, “Forget it.” The last thing I want to do is go splat, in just my towel, on a Manhattan sidewalk.
No. Thank. You.
“Whoa there,” he says, grabbing me like his life depends on it. “Come back. Now.”
I can’t suppress a surprised squeak, my heart fluttering at the unexpected closeness. “Whoa, buddy, I barely know you,” I tease.
But after a moment’s pause, with his strong arms enveloping me from behind, I think I’m good. I can’t stop now. I’m almost there.
It’ll be way easier to follow through instead of turning back at this point.
Cautiously, I stick my foot out until I feel the ledge.
I find it easily and, in one smooth movement, I step over and grab my railing. Dear God, if anybody were to look up, they’d be treated to a firsthand view of what not to wear on a balcony.
Phewwww. My adrenaline is through the roof. I’m proud of myself as I straddle the railing.
Almost there.
Ufff. Thank goodness.
When I glance back at my neighbor, he still has that serious expression he’s been sporting since he opened the door. But I notice his shoulders slump and some of the tension leaves his body.
“See?” I say with a grin, lifting my other leg over. “Ha! Piece of cake. Told ya!” I shrug, waving it off like I’ve been doing this all day, every day. “Call me Lockout Queen by day, and Balcony Spider-Woman by night,” I joke.
I’m too focused on my triumph to notice that my towel has become loose.
The next thing I know, I’m standing on my balcony all right, with my towel on the floor and everything on display for a complete stranger. Yes. I’m talking tits and delicate lady bits, officially making their debut.
My neighbor’s eyebrows shoot up. For the first time since we’ve met, that surly exterior cracks.
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Did you enjoy the sneak peek?
Grab “The CEO Enemy” before the release price ends—it’s free on Kindle Unlimited!
🎧 Get ready for July, when the audiobook, narrated by the incredible Jacob Morgan and Andi Arndt, hits all major retailers worldwide.
Happy reading (and listening)!
This is what some of you are saying. Guys! My heart! ❤️
“One of the best meet-cutes I have read! After the first few surprises it flows into a wonderful story. Great beginning to a series. I cannot wait for the next one.” -Amazon Reviewer
“10/10 recommend.” -Amazon Reviewer
“The banter is top tier! They had me giggling so many times! Also, Sean had me swooning! Plus the mouth on this man…SHEESH!” -Amazon Reviewer
“Sean is everything, literally. He’s tall, gorgeous, a little grumpy, charismatic, not to forget a billionaire CEO (that’s my type😫🔥) and has a filthy mouth that is my downfall. Most importantly he loves hard and the way he fought for their love and Jess made my heart swoon and warm.” -Amazon Reviewer
“I was hooked from the beginning. And the office scene! SHEW 🥵🥵🥵” -Amazon Reviewer
This one made me giggle: 🤭🤭🤭
“I’m in no way prepared to let go of these characters, so I’m going to need the author to write more, fast.” -Amazon Reviewer
Looks like I better keep those characters busy. Next book coming right up! Stay tuned! ❤️
A new neighbor just moved in! Let’s go knock and see who it is.
Guess who moved in next door? NYC’s top bachelor. And I’m not swooning—I’m cringing.
He’s everything I despise. Grumpy. Arrogant. The neighbor from hell.
The bigger bombshell? He’s NYC’s cutthroat hotel tycoon, now a major shareholder in my hotel. And guess what? He’s convinced he can charm me out of the rest.
No chance his towering 6-foot-2 frame, those piercing eyes, and his ability to leave me breathless with every word will sway me. My resolve to resist him is as firm as my “No dating CEOs” rule.
In my defense, he locked lips first. I even attempted to keep my panties on during our first date. But somehow, things went from hot to setting off fire alarms. Until those mind-blowing O’s took a detour to “Oh sh*t!”
Because just when I think there might be an “us,” I find myself jobless, apartment-hunting, and questioning all my life choices. How did I go from locking myself out to nursing a heart in ruins?
From USA Today Bestselling Author Jolie Day comes an enemies-to-lovers romance. Get ready for a boss who puts the ”dirty” in dirty talk and a badass heroine who’s not afraid to dish it right back. Dive in and brace yourself for a romance with a “woah” happily ever after you won’t soon forget!
Attention, audiobook enthusiasts, it’s time for the narrator reveal:
The CEO Enemy” is narrated by Andi Arndt and Jacob Morgan in a captivating duet narration. I just received the files from my audiobook studio, and as soon as I hit play, I felt a rush of excitement and couldn’t stop smiling! I adore all my audiobooks, but let me tell you, “The CEO Enemy” is quickly climbing to the top of my favorites list. The cherry on top: The audiobook features a delightful UK and Irish accent.
The audiobook will be available on all major retailers within 45 days of release.
“The CEO Enemy” is almost ready to hit the shelves.
Ever dreamed of cozying up next door to a sinful, sizzling-hot billionaire?
Well, it’s time to pack your bags, because this series is about to sweep you off to the streets of Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Get ready for scorching hot moments in cramped quarters, hilarious (and oh-so-dirty) midnight encounters, and even a serious swirl of unexpected romance.
I’ve locked myself out.
So, I knock at my new neighbor’s door.
And boom! Mr. Grumpy King answers: 6’ 2”, piercing eyes, not impressed—oh, and did I mention, completely naked?
It’s a double surprise: I’m shocked, and my towel drops, leaving me in all my glory.
Later at the bar, I’m thinking we’ll share a drink, laugh it off.
Or, you know, hook up.
The bigger bombshell?
He’s NYC’s most ruthless hotel mogul who just bought half my hotel shares.
And he thinks he can sweet-talk me into giving up the rest.
I don’t care how hot he is, or how much my body protests.
My determination to keep my hotel shares is as unshakeable as my “I never date CEOs” rule.
In my defense, he locked lips first.
I even attempted to keep my panties on during our first date.
But somehow, things went from hot to setting off fire alarms.
Until those mind-blowing O’s took a detour to “Oh sh*t!”
Because just when I think there might be an “us,” I find myself jobless, apartment-hunting, and questioning all my life choices.
How did I go from locking myself out to nursing a heart in ruins?
Let’s talk perks of “The CEO Enemy”:
✔️Mortal enemies going head-to-head? Check.
✔️ Hot CEO? Double check. (By day, he’s all business. By night, he’s a sexy biker.)
✔️ Strong, sassy, curvy heroine? You betcha.
✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic? Oh yeah, it’s on.
✔️Chemistry so electric it could light up Times Square.
✔️ Oh, and be warned—this hero’s dirty talk has a panty-dropping effect. (The heroine can vouch for that, she lost her panties over it. Multiple times.)
Preorder the Kindle Edition. Release Date: June 18th is the big day. That’s when the book officially hits the shelves.
The audiobook is in the works and will hit all major retailers worldwide within 45 days of release. Keep an ear out for the exciting narrator announcement coming soon—trust me, it’s worth the wait.
I wanted to take a moment to share something special with you, something that’s been brewing in the heart of NYC (and in my own heart, too) for quite some time now.
So here it is:
After countless late nights and endless cups of elderberry tea, I’m beyond excited to announce that my next book, “The CEO Enemy,” is almost ready to hit the shelves.
It’s also the first book in my brand-new series. In this series, you’ll find yourself living next door to a grumpy billionaire who’s hotter than a New York summer sidewalk. Yeah, I’m talking about the kind of guy who sets your heart racing and makes you forget how to breathe.
That’s how Jess feels when she lays eyes on him for the first time.
The second encounter? Happens in the conference room.
Only this time, it’s not just his presence that leaves her breathless—it’s the realization of who her new neighbor truly is.
And no, he’s not her new boss—he’s something worse…
Now, mark your calendars:
Cover Reveal: May 22nd
Release Date: June 18th is the big day. That’s when the book officially hits the shelves. Preorder Now!
Let’s talk perks of “The CEO Enemy”:
✔️ Mortal enemies going head-to-head? Check.
✔️ Hot CEO? Double check. (By day, he’s all business. By night, he’s a sexy biker.)
✔️ Strong, sassy, curvy heroine? You betcha.
✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic? Oh yeah, it’s on.
✔️ Chemistry so electric it could light up Times Square.
✔️ Oh, and be warned—this hero’s dirty talk has a panty-dropping effect. (The heroine can vouch for that, she lost her panties over it. Multiple times.)
And what’s that? An audiobook, you ask? Yes! It’s in the works and will hit all major retailers worldwide within 45 days of release. Keep an ear out for the exciting narrator announcement coming soon—trust me, it’s worth the wait.
“Real Fake Husband” is here, just in time for the holiday season.
Marrying my childhood bully? Monumental mistake.
He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails.
Two decades later, I’m shocked to find my name on his grandmother’s will. We’re set to inherit a fortune, split 50-50. The catch?
We have to tie the knot. We have to live in her tiny NYC apartment (with just one bed). We have to keep up the fake marriage for one month.
Luckily, I have a strategy:
Ignore his sizzling looks and sinful tattoos. No accidental lip-locking (the first one was a mistake). Absolutely no sketching him in his birthday suit—and definitely don’t let him catch me. Resist his bedroom antics, even if he calls me a “princess.” Never, ever fall in love. Survive the month, snag the inheritance, and exit swiftly.
But then, just when I think it’s going smoothly, things go terribly wrong.
The book is now live. This is an all-new standalone romance in my “Faking It in NYC” series. Get your copy now and enjoy a special price.
🎧 The audiobook is on its way and should be available approximately in the middle to the end of November.
The sinful bad boy and the sassy good girl are tying the knot. Get ready for the hottest month of their lives.
